Wednesday, June 27, 2018
The Uninvited
Les never invited to events, great or small.
He went anyway.
None of this I wouldn’t go where I wasn’t
comfortable!
“Ever-comfortable” could be his moniker.
His Monica never invited either.
She threatened to picket!
At any rate, know any UNcomplicated
relationships?
Not enough there: just having one social
shortcoming in common, you’d think?
You’d be wrong.
Again!
Besides, life is changing!
Leary, School Guard, and his present wife, Dells, fellow guard and former twirler, have invited them to a “Bloody Mary Breakfast Bash” prior to the Morningside Thanksgiving Game.
All pack of course.
Labels: drinking, guns, packing, party, school security, security, social life
Thursday, March 29, 2018
Job
Max quit his gallery and signed with
a brand new one, which would debut
with him, and with a groundbreaking
show of what Time already hailed as
freshmax.
The night before opening, stolen, every
painting.
State of the Art Security, uh huh?
Captain Ossing, heading the Art Theft
Squad: “Pros altogether! What can I
tell you now?”
As all such cleverness does, it eventually faded from the
news as leads exhausted.
news as leads exhausted.
Hottest Rumor, bought by a Swiss who
displays them to crooked international friends.
Anyway, Max and the gallery did okay on the insurance.
All law enforcement still amazed at the brilliance of the job!
The latest Hollywood blockbuster reveals a woman behind it, but, of course, that couldn’t be.
Labels: art theft, art world, caper, criminal, Hollywood, security
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Free Market Has the Answer Of Course!
-All the marvelous electronic
systems, and goofuses wandering
into the White House anyway!
-And Congress boiling up one of their
usual rehearsed fits about it!
-Okay, I'm bidding on the New Protection
Package. All the same electro-horseshit,
plus twenty Chinamen with binoculars on
the rooftop. I'm bringing ’em in!
-Buck or two an hour?
-At least! And all the kimchi they
can eat!
-That's Korean.
-Fuck 'em! They're all the same.
Labels: Chinese, Free Market, kimchi, Korean, security, security system, White House
Friday, June 14, 2013
Hydraulics
Appointment With a Shade
-I was nice enough to meet with him.
-How'd that go?
-Relatively well. I read him back the questions
he had mailed us.
-And your answers?
-None. All classified. I could tell him nothing.
-Did he leave in high dudgeon?
-More like seething.
-But that seething wasn't the only sound.
-Oh?
-A more hydraulic one.
-That being...?
-The large machine going up his ass.
-Did you say something?
Labels: bureaucracy, NSA, Patriots' Act, security
Sunday, February 19, 2012
The Speech
Though L didn't like giving the speech to girls, he was
next when the occasion came up at the country club.
Intelligence had revealed that agents listened to girls
primarily, their news of boyfriends giving many clues
as to troop movements.
“Ladies,” he began, “it's a simple enough message:
Loose Lips Sink Ships. Was made famous in World War 2.”
“They're numbered! I thought it was a perpetual state!”
moaned Lisa.
“Plenty of time for questions after!” he told her.
But she and Gwen never stopped chatting, newly impelled
by the sight of a young man on the putting green.
“See! I told you! Cutest butt ever!”
It was as if the young man knew they were watching-–
much leaning and stretching to retrieve golfballs
from holes. Gwen and Liz emitted sucking sounds
and said he was murdering them.
L soldiered on and finished his talk. There were no questions.
He gave an account when he got back to the office. Dr T
announcing "Hey! I had three girls and they were empty
heads for a good while. Then...overnight! And some have
driven everybody crazy in the silly phase, but then led
rebellions to shove Dad from the top slot in the firm!”
“Nice. There's hope. I...got the name of this young man who perfects his game while others fight and die.”
Dr T read the scrap of paper and crumpled it up for his
pocket. "We can’t go there. Nobody can."
"But Sir, this kid...!”
“Stop there or you'll sound like the enemy. They DO
take it to extremes.”
Though L didn't like giving the speech to girls, he was
next when the occasion came up at the country club.
Intelligence had revealed that agents listened to girls
primarily, their news of boyfriends giving many clues
as to troop movements.
“Ladies,” he began, “it's a simple enough message:
Loose Lips Sink Ships. Was made famous in World War 2.”
“They're numbered! I thought it was a perpetual state!”
moaned Lisa.
“Plenty of time for questions after!” he told her.
But she and Gwen never stopped chatting, newly impelled
by the sight of a young man on the putting green.
“See! I told you! Cutest butt ever!”
It was as if the young man knew they were watching-–
much leaning and stretching to retrieve golfballs
from holes. Gwen and Liz emitted sucking sounds
and said he was murdering them.
L soldiered on and finished his talk. There were no questions.
He gave an account when he got back to the office. Dr T
announcing "Hey! I had three girls and they were empty
heads for a good while. Then...overnight! And some have
driven everybody crazy in the silly phase, but then led
rebellions to shove Dad from the top slot in the firm!”
“Nice. There's hope. I...got the name of this young man who perfects his game while others fight and die.”
Dr T read the scrap of paper and crumpled it up for his
pocket. "We can’t go there. Nobody can."
"But Sir, this kid...!”
“Stop there or you'll sound like the enemy. They DO
take it to extremes.”
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Cautionary Tale
Do not take pill
2 hours before
or 4 hours after...
or is it the opposite?
The bottle reads like
a tweet from The Warn-
ing Sector. Report
suspicious behavior! Prior
to our summer storms
brows and lips purple flor-
escently and all of us look so--
though the old too fuddled
to plant bombs. I'm against
what we do, especially torture.
I blog, a fart in a windstorm. But
temporary relief works well enough.
Do not take pill
2 hours before
or 4 hours after...
or is it the opposite?
The bottle reads like
a tweet from The Warn-
ing Sector. Report
suspicious behavior! Prior
to our summer storms
brows and lips purple flor-
escently and all of us look so--
though the old too fuddled
to plant bombs. I'm against
what we do, especially torture.
I blog, a fart in a windstorm. But
temporary relief works well enough.
Labels: caution, security, torture, warning
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Security
Republicans have been blowing
this Horn of Plenty since 9-11.
Result: we’ve surveilled & wire-
tapped just about everyone & got-
ten submerged by menace,
imagined mostly. & lists.
& lists of lists.
Time for clearer
guys & girls
to edit past this
shit of fear.
Labels: security
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
The Robot Feels Me Up
-The robot feels me up.
-That’s you. Sex in everything.
-You like it I suppose.
-Wish it’d go further.
-Men are filth! But that’s not news.
-No, it’s not. But I’ll inquire about plugging in a less intrusive module.
-Thank you. The Age of Electronic Chivalry is not dead!
-Something like that. Let’s...just get by.
-Can life become more stupid? Patted down every time you leave your house!
-Republicans wanted only if going on trip of more than five miles.
-Yeah they’re for FREEDOM. Cue laughter.
-So I could drive four miles with a rectum bomb and get on the Helo-Bus
and blow it up over the city!
-For what reason?
-Don’t hafta have one. All the ridiculous causes are dead.
-Along with religion. All hail!...something.
-Whatever.
-The robot feels me up.
-That’s you. Sex in everything.
-You like it I suppose.
-Wish it’d go further.
-Men are filth! But that’s not news.
-No, it’s not. But I’ll inquire about plugging in a less intrusive module.
-Thank you. The Age of Electronic Chivalry is not dead!
-Something like that. Let’s...just get by.
-Can life become more stupid? Patted down every time you leave your house!
-Republicans wanted only if going on trip of more than five miles.
-Yeah they’re for FREEDOM. Cue laughter.
-So I could drive four miles with a rectum bomb and get on the Helo-Bus
and blow it up over the city!
-For what reason?
-Don’t hafta have one. All the ridiculous causes are dead.
-Along with religion. All hail!...something.
-Whatever.
